Welcome to Hawk Circle Farm, and the E.L.F.
Somewhere, in the place in south central Pennsylvania, where the forested hills flatten into farming valleys, and the Susquehanna rolls down to the Chesapeake Bay and then to the sea, is Hawk Circle, one outpost of the Earth Life Foundation's never ending quest to...
...no no, not hunt orcs on moonless nights.
To educate, legislate, and make the world thrive for future generations. "One of many dot-orgs vying for your tax-deductible donations".
The wildlife experts, endangered species caretakers, rehabbers, content creators, horsemen, writers, photographers, and educators are just a little... older, and weirder, than most.
They are the fae; the elves, dwarves, fauns, centaurs, merfolk, selkies, kelpies and others only remembered now in legend, but tasked with connecting their younger siblings, humans, with the natural world.
HERE THERE BE BOOKS...
...and book trailers. Like movie trailers, they give you a sense of the book, of its characters, landscapes and vibe.
These contain my finished illustrations, sketches, photos, and model photography, with a few shots by friends like Dave Tristan and Steve Carey. The soundtracks are found on facebook reels which is where most of these were originally created.
These contain my finished illustrations, sketches, photos, and model photography, with a few shots by friends like Dave Tristan and Steve Carey. The soundtracks are found on facebook reels which is where most of these were originally created.
Book trailer: sElf Serve
Bardic Circle:
The place where you party, drink meade, tell tales and sing. But fighting bard Aislinn's harp is silent...is the magic dead?
Leyover:
Wildlife rehabber and raptor expert Marshawk left a roadkill skunk in the fridge of cheatin boyfriend Mr. I Fear Commitment. Now, on an ELF mission in Ireland, she discovers it really is the Land 'o' Legends. But what the heck is her ripped jeans, battered-hiking-booted fellow naturalist doing in her faerie tale dream?
Gatesinger:
"The currents and winds blow across the vast sea, now you just have to set your sails."
"OK, fine, Mom. I set the sails, I see the island, but the ship is taking on water, and the last spoon has gone overboard."
The second job at Hawk Circle (and one of the other resident environmental educators) is far more interesting for Rainger Murphy than her soul sucking dammit job... and far weirder. Especially when an impromptu roundup of escaped exotic wildlife ensues.
Skyfire:
"Ask me about the sword." Bran said.
The story behind the wyrd relic has implications for Rainger and Elf. Sequel to Gatesinger.
Fighting Bard:
"My Lady Aislinn, we have need of a fighting bard again." Bran needs his best bardic buddy to cover a faerie festival program, and also to look after his cousin, who hasn't been in the mundane world since World War II. Sequel to Bardic Circle.
The place where you party, drink meade, tell tales and sing. But fighting bard Aislinn's harp is silent...is the magic dead?
Leyover:
Wildlife rehabber and raptor expert Marshawk left a roadkill skunk in the fridge of cheatin boyfriend Mr. I Fear Commitment. Now, on an ELF mission in Ireland, she discovers it really is the Land 'o' Legends. But what the heck is her ripped jeans, battered-hiking-booted fellow naturalist doing in her faerie tale dream?
Gatesinger:
"The currents and winds blow across the vast sea, now you just have to set your sails."
"OK, fine, Mom. I set the sails, I see the island, but the ship is taking on water, and the last spoon has gone overboard."
The second job at Hawk Circle (and one of the other resident environmental educators) is far more interesting for Rainger Murphy than her soul sucking dammit job... and far weirder. Especially when an impromptu roundup of escaped exotic wildlife ensues.
Skyfire:
"Ask me about the sword." Bran said.
The story behind the wyrd relic has implications for Rainger and Elf. Sequel to Gatesinger.
Fighting Bard:
"My Lady Aislinn, we have need of a fighting bard again." Bran needs his best bardic buddy to cover a faerie festival program, and also to look after his cousin, who hasn't been in the mundane world since World War II. Sequel to Bardic Circle.
Book Trailer: Black Horses
Valerie Swartz (rhymes with warts) is a huge neurospicey nerd who seems to fit nowhere. Not in school, not in her quiet not quite rural neighborhood with its garden gnomes and bushes trimmed like they fell out of muffin pans. Not in the riding stable where she trades manure moving (onto the ever growing Crapzilla) for lessons. Then one winter night she comes to the aid of a strange horseman, and realizes her seemingly mundane backyard is weirder than she ever imagined.
Zan can pull an indricothere out of thin air, but navigating the choppy waters of being a teen in Pennsylvania farming country is beyond him. And so far, all of his friends are older… much older than he is.
Kai is the only one on his small island with enough imagination to take a dangerous journey to save it. But he can’t do it alone. And the darkness is spreading.
Topgallant is a smart, tough, black mustang mare. She spent most of her life running wild in the west. Now she carries the fate of two worlds on her back.
Greenbriar is a bay Corolla barrier island pony, a vanishing breed. And now her world is vanishing, too.
They journey across the woods, marshes, rivers, and tumps of the Chesapeake Bay to the islands of Chincoteague and Assateague and beyond. But in the parallel world they travel, the only horsepower they can use has four hooves.
Zan can pull an indricothere out of thin air, but navigating the choppy waters of being a teen in Pennsylvania farming country is beyond him. And so far, all of his friends are older… much older than he is.
Kai is the only one on his small island with enough imagination to take a dangerous journey to save it. But he can’t do it alone. And the darkness is spreading.
Topgallant is a smart, tough, black mustang mare. She spent most of her life running wild in the west. Now she carries the fate of two worlds on her back.
Greenbriar is a bay Corolla barrier island pony, a vanishing breed. And now her world is vanishing, too.
They journey across the woods, marshes, rivers, and tumps of the Chesapeake Bay to the islands of Chincoteague and Assateague and beyond. But in the parallel world they travel, the only horsepower they can use has four hooves.
